Urban Seduction: Housewives Club

Chapter 2153 - 474: Mother and Son Hit Their Stride 2

Watching the absolute knockout of a mother in his arms looking so damn sultry, Wang Yue felt like a furnace was igniting in his gut. He guided one of Su Mengyanʼs jade-like hands down to his crotch.

The second her palm made contact with that steaming, thick, iron-hard rod, she gripped it tight. She was honestly, hopelessly in love with her sonʼs monster cock—the very thing that always sent her straight to nirvana.

At the same time, Wang Yue didnʼt miss a beat. He slid his hand down to her slick, fragrant heat, parting those two plush petals to drive his fingers inside in a slow, rhythmic tease. He leaned in again, capturing her cherry-blossom lips in a fierce, tongue-tangled wet kiss.

With Su Mengyanʼs soft hand wrapped around him, the warm, velvet sensation made his cock twitch and throb. It felt incredible. Feeling that rhythmic pulsing in her palm, she instinctively started to stroke him.

That familiar motion sent Wang Yueʼs excitement through the roof, making his hands and mouth go even wilder, pulling lewd, breathless moans from the stunning MILF, ”Mmph... gent... gentler... nnh... mmm...”

Sensing the time was right, Wang Yue sat up slowly. He gently pressed his motherʼs head down toward his lap, signaling exactly what he wanted.

Su Mengyan knew her ”bad” son was doing this on purpose. His cock was still coated in a messy mix of her own juices and his spent seed from earlier.

The little brat had intentionally skipped cleaning it with his qi just so sheʼd have to taste it. She shot him a hooded, bashful look—half-resentful, half-hungry—before looking down at the massive rod her slender fingers were currently tangled around.

That deep-red pillar was so thick she couldnʼt even wrap one hand all the way around it.

Purple veins and rugged ridges of muscle coiled around the shaft, making it look absolutely menacing and rock-hard.

Beneath it sat a heavy, wrinkled sac, two stones rolling restlessly within, making the whole sight look incredibly depraved.

She hesitated for a split second, but her love for her son quickly steamrolled over her lingering dignity.

Su Mengyan opened her glossed, vibrant lips and, ignoring the fact that his dick was covered in her own nectar, took him straight inside.

Her elegant hand caressed his heavy balls as she sucked and bobbed a few times, her tongue darting out to lick the massive head.

The sensation of her tongue swirling around the sensitive slit of his glans made Wang Yueʼs breath hitch in sharp, jagged gasps.

Su Mengyan held onto his rear, pulling him in deep and sucking hard. She watched as his cock swelled to its absolute limit—veins popping, blood rushing, looking thick as a manʼs forearm and hard as a steel pipe.

Wang Yue looked down at his mother kneeling between his thighs. Her hair flowed elegantly with every bob, her face occasionally flashing a look of pure passion.

Her cheeks hollowed out and puffed with every swallow, and her perky, full breasts swayed in a beautiful arc with the rhythm.

The sheer visual combined with the intense, tingling pleasure made him groan out loud, his body shaking with the rush.

He pressed his hand against the back of her head, his waist rocking in a steady, driving rhythm. He pushed deep, over and over, bottoming out in her throat.

Su Mengyan took it all, muffled whimpers vibrating against his shaft.

Within moments, his entire cock was glistening with her saliva—a sight that sent another jolt of adrenaline through him.

”Nngh... ah...”

A muffled grunt escaped her. Wang Yue had been a little too enthusiastic, and his length had accidentally slammed into the back of her throat.

Su Mengyan pulled back, a string of spit and musk stretching between her lips and the head of his cock, looking utterly debauched.

Seeing his mother serving him like this made Wang Yue feel like a king. He kept his hand on her head, guiding her back and forth, coaching her, ”Yeah, just like that... donʼt just use your mouth, use your tongue too... mmm... exactly... good mom... yeah...”

One of his hands drifted through her silky black hair, occasionally sliding down the smooth-as-satin curve of her spine, his nails lightly grazing her vertebrae.

His other hand kneaded her pale, supple breast, his fingers eventually wandering down to her dripping heat to flick at that glistening pink pearl. It was the final straw for Su Mengyan; her breathing turned into frantic, ragged wheezes as her sanity began to melt away.

Hearing his ”instructions,” Su Mengyan felt a bit amused. Sheʼd been giving him head way before heʼd ever actually fucked her—did he really think she needed lessons?

But she was too far gone to care. She treated his cock like the finest delicacy on earth, sucking and licking with even more ferocity.

Wang Yue fought the urge to blow his load right then. He lay back and pulled his motherʼs pale, rounded backside toward his face. He opened his mouth and went to town on her dripping ”peach blossom” cave, sucking and licking wildly.

Occasionally, heʼd drift back to her puckered rosebud, teasing it with his tongue. His hands roamed over her firm thighs and the curve of her ass, his nails lightly scratching the sensitive skin of her inner thighs.

With her libido red-lining, the mature beauty couldnʼt handle his expert teasing. Her back arched violently, and she clawed at his thighs so hard she nearly drew blood. She pulled his cock out of her mouth and shrieked: ”Ah... nnh... itʼs happening again... ah!”

Her honeyed flood erupted once more. After a few seconds of violent trembling, she went completely limp, collapsing onto his chest, her breath coming in heavy, fragrant puffs.

Wang Yue slowly crawled out from under her. She was sprawled face-down on the bed, occasionally twitching, her dark hair a mess against the sheets.

The curve from her snow-white back to her full hips and down her long legs was a work of art.

Combined with the fine sheen of sweat on her skin and the thick, feminine scent of her body, she looked like a masterpiece of a woman in the afterglow.

Wang Yueʼs throat felt dry just looking at her. He climbed back onto her soft, plush back, kissing her neck and licking away the beads of sweat. He slid his hands under her arms, kneading those pale peaks. Su Mengyanʼs eyes fluttered open, a sleepy, satisfied smile on her lips. She let out a tiny ”mm-hmm,” basking in his touch.

Gradually, Wang Yue followed the curve of her spine downward, licking his way past her hips and down her smooth thighs. He finally reached her elegant, arched feet. Taking in the delicate scent of her skin, Wang Yue couldnʼt resist. He darted his tongue out and gave the sole of his motherʼs foot a slow, lingering lick.